Another heavy one.

But as we learned last night, “there is no such thing as a sad poem.”

What are moods, and how do we come to them?

I think I’ve always blamed sleep. Not circumstances.

But video clips can mess with me. Unmet expectations. Things of that nature.

I wonder now, though, if this poem would have altered my mood had I not already felt heavy.

When does the heaviness end? And if it does, do I allow it to?